if there’s a place that i could be
then i’d be another memory […]and if we can’t find where we belong
we’ll have to make it on our own
face all the pain and take it on
because the only hope for me is you alone

i’m just a man, i’m not a hero.
just a boy, who had to sing this song.

gaze into her killing jar, i’d sometimes stare for hours.
she even poked the holes so i can breathe.